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[adele m. potter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] lend me your heart ( WORDS ) 969 ( TAGGED ) MAVERICK ( OUTFIT ) HERE the piano was not a portable instrument, and every attempt to make it so was an epic failed attempt. all the sounds were distorted, and the point of the instrument lost. and so, because of that, adele potter was out of luck, in every way. the one instrument she prided herself on playing was impractical. her cousin alex could play guitar, and he was quite good. he brought a guitar everywhere he went. and for that, adele was extremely envious of him. he could take his passion for music anywhere he wanted. and out here on the courtyard, the music would be welcomed. everyone liked music, and the sound of soft guitars just seemed to calm people down, and if they were in the mood, sometimes get pepped up. goldfish, for once, would be a nice addition to the silence of the courtyard. at least adele thought so. she was sure that others would appreciate it as well. it was a sad fact that a music major as geeky as adele was not only incapable of playing guitar, but deathly afraid of it. that was just embarrassing. but it was adele's problem, and she would have to fix it. and so, the only thing she could do in the absence of her piano, was draw. art had never been her forte- not as much as music was. she was a semi talented artist, but it was never her main focus. her music took up most of the space she had in her body for talent. but still, it was something she loved to do when there was nothing else. she was more of a designer than an artist anyway. today, however, was not a day for design. she was doodling, to but it mildly. most of the entire page was filled with little squiggles and hearts and flowers- and whatever else her heart desired to draw. the day was boring, and in truth, she wished she hadn't finished all of her homework so early- at least this time around. all of her life, adele had been a mostly solitary being. she was used to being alone, or without many people. her father had never been around much, even when she was a child. when she was younger, seeing him was the highlight of her day or week. and she loved him with all her heart, but as she grew up, she learned that james potter was not all she thought him to be. he wasn't the best father- not to her, not to evie, not to the twins, who, coincidentally, she didn't even know existed until she got to hogwarts and met her older brother, avant. when she found her family, she insantly clicked with them, but before that, all she had was her mother and her baby sister, jessie. the three girls were close as the sisters grew up. neither of them knew there was anything up with the fact that their father was barely around. it didn't even register when they knew about their sister, evie, who had a different mother, but was the same age as adele was. she was used to being in small groups of girls. guys were just never a big part of the picture. not until her brothers. and even then, it was still a small group. she never felt like she needed anyone else. silence was never a welcomed companion, but she always had music playing- whether it be her mother's old favorite bands on her mother's iPod or radio at home, or her own favorite music that she discovered on her own, she was never alone when someone was playing music. dependence on others was a taboo for her, in all honesty. she didn't want to be attached to people, seeing as attachment gave a person the ability to break her. so she was an independent person. but in this, in her independence, she was lonely. adele had good days and bad days when it came to her loneliness. on her good days, it didn't bother her. on her bad days, the loneliness was almost unbearable. even when she listened to music, it seemed that silence was closing in on her. she had never been claustrophobic or anything before in her life. but when it came to the silence and emptiness closing in, she was terrified. the old, childish need to be wanted seemed to rush over her as she looked up from her page of doodles. there were plenty of people around- just none that seemed to want to talk to her. either that or they knew better. adele potter wasn't the most outgoing of people. that was not why she was placed in ravenclaw. she was a studious girl who liked to keep to herself. and yet loneliness was a spreading disease in her at the moment. as she scanned the courtyard for a friendly face, the only one she came upon was her cousin, alex, and his friend. she'd never been extremely close with the weasley's- at least not alex's band of weasley's. while lennox and alex were extremely nice people and good for a laugh, they were never really that close with adele. maybe it all had to do with the fact that she was never truly a potter. not the way the twins were. still, he was a nice guy, and he was always good for help with theory homework. she was just about to wave him over when she turned the corner and bid goodbye to his friend. she watched as they parted, her eyes unwillingly catching his before they dropped back down to her paper. he was handsome, no one could deny that. and even his company would be a blessing at the moment. but adele said nothing. she simply returned to her doodling. re-doing templates

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by mumford & sons

[maverick g. rowle]

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[/color] It really wasn't often that Maverick Rowle was separated from his best mate, Alexander Weasley. The two of them were usually attached at the him, running around and stirring up trouble anywhere and everywhere that they went. They were the closest to brothers that two friends could be - they even looked like they could pass for brothers - yet, not surprisingly, there were times when the two of them weren't together. And when this happened, naturally Maverick had to fill his best mate in on every waking moment of his life that Goldfish had been missing. "Strippers. Fighting. It was like, the single greatest thing I'd ever witnessed. I kept throwing money at them until I realized I didn't have any left, and then when I tried taking some out of their underwear to buy more booze, they got pissed and called security on me. So ultimately, I was kicked out for stealing from strippers."[/color] Leave it to Maverick to do something ridiculous like that. He was snickering though, and seemed quite proud of his misfortune. "I've reached a new high point of my life, Fishy."[/color] He finished, his laughing getting progressively louder and louder. Maverick always had the most bizarre stories to tell, it seemed. He was always getting himself in and out of these ridiculous situations.

He barely even noticed where he was walking - Goldfish had just asked to accompany him somewhere, and considering that he had tons of homework that he should be doing, the only option that he really had was to avoid it. His button up shirt was wrinkled, lazily rolled up to his elbows, and the last three or four buttons were left carelessly undone; they probably had never been buttoned up in the first place. His messy brown hair fell into his eyes, and there was a red and gold tie around his head, falling onto his shoulder. He normally wore those on his head, though, so that wasn't anything too different. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and beat up shoes, considering that he wasn't necessarily the most fashionable person, he just wore whatever he liked and whatever was comfortable for him. After laughing for a few moments with Goldfish over the sheer idiocy of the things that happened to him, the conversation progressed to a few more silly topics as the strolled through the courtyard. Mav would casually wave to the people he recognized or who nodded at him, but most of his attention was reserved for his best mate. When the pounded fists and parted ways, however, he found himself standing in the middle of the courtyard, completely confused on what the hell he was supposed to do next. He usually got that feeling when Goldfish wasn't around, though.

He glanced around the courtyard and shoved his hands into his pockets, spotting a few familiar faces. He waved politely, giving them his usual charming smile, but then he saw her. It wasn't like him to have his attention so entirely captivated by one person, which was so strange about it. If one thing was for sure, though, Maverick enjoyed all things that were strange and unusual. He began meandering towards her, tilting his head to the side slightly as his green eyes flicked down to her notebook, then back up to her face. He knew who she was. Adele Potter, Ravenclaw, Junior. The same year he was in. Of course, people and personalities couldn't just be whittled down to a few words. She was... quiet, it seemed. Very shy and reserved, while he seemed to be the complete polar opposite of that. He didn't know all that much about Adele Potter, aside from the fact that the both shared music classes together, but he wanted to know more. And he was stubborn enough not to give up on that. He flopped down next to her, propped his arms up behind her and shot her a goofy, lopsided smile. "Afternoon. Mind if I sit with you?"[/color] It was sort of a stupid question, considering that he was already sitting. He looked perfectly ridiculous with the tie on his head, which just added to that goofy charm of his. "Whatcha drawing? Can I see?"[/color] He leaned over, peeking over her shoulder to steal a glance at the sketchbook, still grinning a bit. Yeah, he was a bit obnoxious, but... he was Maverick. [/div]

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[adele m. potter]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] lend me your heart ( WORDS ) 1094 ( TAGGED ) MAVERICK ( OUTFIT ) HERE adele potter had never been a very sociable being. most of her life was spent in the company of a privileged few who knew her well enough, and that she felt comfortable around. mostly, that included her sister, her mother, her other sister and leila, who more or less was her sister. there were a few others who she felt close to, like celeste harper, arya wallece, nate mclaggen- but not many others. she just didn't seem to be open enough for it. it wasn't her to be peppy or bubbly. she was comfortable around her friends- mostly her two sisters and leila. jessie and evie just knew her better than anyone else. they all grew up together, seeing as their mothers were the heads of the "i hate james potter" club. and anyway, they were sisters, weren't they? why wouldn't they know each other like the back of their hands? and leila had just always been close, since they were in school. that was how they had been since leila's first year. it was like she had a bigger family then she really did with all her friends. arya understood her creative side, and the two of them could sit for hours, just sketching with some of adele's music in the background. even when adrienne or twelve came out instead of arya, adele would just continue going, even if adrienne was a bit of a bitch. twelve was absolutely adorable, and adele loved her as much as she loved arya. they were, after all, sort of the same person- just different bits of her. adele would never completely understand the multiple personality thing. still, she accepted it. what kind of friend would she be if she didn't? nate was a reserved, relaxed soul, and he was friendly. adele always admired that about him. she enjoyed being around him more than anything else. he made her smile when she needed it, and gave her hope that not every single guy in the world was an insufferable pig. he was caring and kind, and she admired that about him. other than those people, adele was never quite... outgoing when it came to her friends, especially not after being completely shattered at the age of sixteen, nor would she ever be. four years later, she was still the same as she was before- closed off and wary. just... not around her friends. adele envied people like her cousin alex and his friends. they were so goofy and fun, and everything that adele just wasn't, and would never be. she loved the closeness between her cousin and his friends- his best friend in particular. even adele and alex weren't that close, she still admired a lot about him. he was everything she wasn't- a gryffindor to the core. alex was all sorts of outgoing and fun, and spontaneous and silly, and he had so many friends it was hard to count. sure, they were similar in the bit that they both had their best friends group they stuck to, but he go up to some people and just... start talking. it was a talent that adele most definitely didn't have. she was jealous of people like arya, with open hearts and minds and the ability to make friends with anyone and everyone. that would never be her, no matter how hard she tried. an absent part of her mind started to wander, thinking of the almost impossible possibility (yes, that made sense) of her being outgoing. smiling with everyone, all the time. beign seen as more than just the music girl, having more than just her circle of friends... falling in love again. was that even possible? falling in love? she was with mason at the time, and she was absolutely happy with him, but they had a mutual understanding. love was not a possibility. when people fell in love, people got hurt. having experienced just that, adele and mason both agreed that they would not fall in love with each other, seeing as neither could take the pain of them being hurt. that was why it was working so well for them. they both knew the score with each other, and despite the fact that she could see herself falling for him, it wasn't allowed, and it kept things simple. he was an amazing kisser, and a romantic at heart, so while they lasted, it was a sweet romance. but to truly fall in love again... it would take a leap of faith and a complete change in her. but thinking of how amazing it felt when she had been in love before, and then again about how she felt with mason gave her a little hope. if only she could guarantee the fact that she wouldn't be hurt again... but there would never be that fail proof guarantee that she wanted. life was messy, no matter which way you looked at it. so for the time being, she would stay the way she was; quiet, slightly quirky and doodling by herself in the middle of the courtyard, though the last condition seemed to change rather quickly. she knew catching his eye was going to have consequences. he was now coming toward her, and soon he was sitting next to her. she smiled to him nervously, not quite knowing how to handle this. usually when people sat next to her, she ignored them at all costs until they left her alone. but she didn't want to do that. it was her fault for looking at him. he must've thought it was an invitation to sit with her or something. and anyway. she wanted to be more outgoing? here was her chance. "afternoon. no- go ahead." she said, nodding to the spot he was already sitting. "oh, i-" she started, pulling her sketchbook close to her chest. "just doodling. nothing special." she said. she wasn't as confident in her sketching as she was in her music, and she was even less confident in her music as she was in herself, which... wasn't much. she shook her head and handed over the sketchbook to her new companion. "it isn't much, really." she said. she watched his expression, wanting to know what he thought of it. "i'm adele by the way. adele potter." she said, hoping he would reply with his name. she had a vague idea of who he was, seeing as he was friends with her cousin, and she thought she had some classes with him, but wasn't sure. this was what happened when you weren't social. re-doing templates

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by mumford & sons

[maverick g. rowle]

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[/color] He said, flashing her a goofy grin, almost reaching out to pull the sketchbook away from her before she held it out to him. This surprised him a bit, because in general, shy people seemed to be even more shy about their artistic pursuits. Regardless, he took the sketchpad from her, then smiled down at the doodles she'd drawn. "I like them. I doodle in class usually, but they come out a bit more like..."[/color] He drifted off and looked over at her, noticing the pencil in her hand. Without asking, he reached over and grabbed it, then proceeded to start scribbling quickly at the paper which was clutched in her hands. He didn't look up when she spoke again, but nodded as he stuck his tongue out, intensely focusing on his drawing. "I know who you are."[/color] He said with a nod, then pulled back to examine his drawing. He wrinkled his nose, seeming unimpressed, then went back to scribbling before he continued. "You're Fish's cousin. I'm Maverick,"[/color] He said, finally looking up from the sketchpad to give her a smile. "Maverick Rowle."[/color] With that, he held the pencil and the sketchpad back out toward her - the latter which now contained a poorly drawn creature which vaguely resembled either a dragon or a unicorn.[/div]

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